by markwestwriter | Apr 26, 2018 | Hope, Love
Three years ago, I didn’t have any. My life in California had fallen apart and I found myself in France at the foot of the Pyrenees on a wet-gray morning with a 35 pound pack on my back and the foolish idea that if I walked across Spain I might be able to come to...
by markwestwriter | Jan 13, 2018 | live
The days slide by as we live out these steps that lead us down the path of the finest destination any of us has ever traveled. Don’t think. Don’t anticipate. Just be. Be the chirping crickets, the dancing fireflies, the coyotes howling at the moon. Be the...
by markwestwriter | Dec 29, 2017 | Love
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by markwestwriter | Sep 21, 2017 | Uncategorized
I walked along the beach in Finisterre picking up a few scallop shells to bring home and wondered if I really would be able to, as Thomas Wolfe said, “… go home again”. Not that I wouldn’t be able to physically go back home again, but I wondered with the changes...
by markwestwriter | Sep 7, 2017 | Uncategorized
Olveiroa was definitely a beat town (Rachel had described it as a “cowboy town”), although when I left I passed by a cool restaurant/pension. An old stone building was faced with glass, and it gave a contemporary feel to this old stone building. I hadn’t run across it...
by markwestwriter | Aug 18, 2017 | Camino Blog
I think we’re all slaves to our emotions. That’s not to say that emotions are bad things. Au contraire mon frère (or mon soeur)! In fact, I think emotions are the sign posts of our lives. Like the yellow arrows painted on the Camino by Mad...
by markwestwriter | Aug 4, 2017 | Camino Blog
I got downstairs to the cafe that was attached to the Auberge Carmen, my place for the night. I was going to just leave and see what was down the road before I got something to eat, but I decided instead to grab a chocolate croissant and cafe con leche (the breakfast...
by markwestwriter | Aug 1, 2017 | Camino Blog
I finally got on my bus in San Sebastian. The negative vibe that had surrounded my heart and soul was giving way…slowly. I was paranoid of missing the bus so I was at the station early, but I did stop on the way to pick up a few supplies for my 12 hours on a...
by markwestwriter | Jul 29, 2017 | Uncategorized
I left the auberge in Pamplona at 630 and walked across the street for a cafe con leche. Penny and Rachel had left earlier so I sat down for a coffee alone. After a few minutes other pilgrims streamed in. I sat at the bar and listened to their excited chatter, knowing...
